Michiel de Ruyter Page #3

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Come on, boy.

I need to relieve myself.

No relieve!

Reload the cannon.

You can have that later.

Come on. Reload the cannons.

Reload like lightning.

Come on, reload.

Get back to work. Get back to that cannon.

Are you sleeping or what?

Captain, how is the rear?

The English are on lee side.

Middle squadron luff up.

Gijs, middle squadron luff up.

They are signaling a new formation, sir.

Hold the lines.

Get that wind in the sails.

Port side.

Keep going.

What are they doing, sir?

Damn it! They're going to cut us off!

Reload the cannons, starboard, port.

Look, that Englishman is mine.

Two points port.

We need to stay in line.

Two points port.

But the signal from De Ruyter.

All right, come about.

Come about.

Brace the sails.

Load port cannons.

Cover.

Fire.

Keep that head in the wind.

De Ruyter's strategy

is not going to work.

And we're the ones under fire.

Load port cannons.

What are you doing?

Get in position.

Load port cannons.

How the hell did they get there?

Grappling hooks.

A portion of rum for the man who puts

the most English to the sword.

Hurrah!

Come on!

We have to retreat, sir.

God!

Do I have your permission to retreat?

Come on!

Sir, we must retreat

Retreat.

Retreat, retreat!

Retreat!

Do you want a hug from De Witt?

Helm to starboard side.

Victory is ours.

A cheer for Tromp.

A cheer for Piet's cannons.

A cheer for our captain.

And three cheers for our Admiral.

Can His Highness receive me?

Certainly.

Your Highness, Lord Kievit.

Our fleet has given

the English a beating.

So De Ruyter is as good as they say.

Quite a victory for Johan de Witt.

For the Netherlands.

Gentlemen?

Of course.

While I stand by doing nothing.

All my relatives and friends

are kings or important people.

Even those Habsburger simpletons,

with their in-bred minds.

Why doesn't anyone take the

Prince of Orange seriously?

You can play a decisive role.

If I may be so bold.

You're the nephew of the English king.

Whitehall Palace, London

Get me my admiral.

You let the Dutch destroy our fleet?

Come, my dear.

Keep the chair warm, there you go.

So, 7200, 8400, 10,800 amounts

to a total of 5.14%.

As I was saying, we can calculate

average life expectancy.

And adapt the price of annuities.

If my calculations are correct...

They are.

Indeed they are.

The 7.14% the State is paying out now,

is far too high.

So, we can save a lot of money.

Money the State can use

to build more ships.

But, must people die earlier

or later to make this work?

Exactly, it's not clear.

It's not clear.

I'll explain one more time

what the percentages mean.

Why wasn't it earlier?

Gentlemen, please excuse us.

Didn't you say you could

explain it to a child?

The English have sailed again, sir.

De Ruyter will have to get ready.

Sounds like a good idea.

That goes in the kitchen and that one.

And that one goes to the study.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Need a hand?

Michiel.

Aren't you sailing tomorrow?

Yes, with the first tide.

I thought we'd have dinner together.

Daddy.

I have my own room.

You live here too?

We have our own box bed.

Go ahead, I'll be right in.

The Admiralty suggested a larger house,

but this is near the harbor.

As long as you live here.

Dad, are you coming?

Dad, this is our bed.

Look at that.

No boots in bed.

You sound just like your mother.

What are you doing?

VOC? Can I have a look?

Go ahead.

Flooded cellar?

I'll take the supplier off my list.

Don't bother.

What?

You can't do this.

I've supplied the fleet for years.

Why do we get the worst grain?

Or do you supply this

muck to the VOC too?

Is there a problem?

You don't get better grain

for your republican pals.

Who does he think he is?

We'll find someone else.

What?

That was the third one.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you're busy

saving the country?

London

Welcome, the esteemed gentlemen

from Netherlands,

and the Prince of Orange,

Willem the 3rd.

Uncle.

Ah! Willem, look at you!

I am impressed.

As are the young ladies of my court.

You can all leave now.

So ...

what would you think if I was to

make you the King of Netherlands?

The King of England does not decide,

who gets to be the King of the Netherlands.

Doesn't he?

Hmm.

Louis, he King of France would like that.

We will throw him a bone.

You know, the south of the Netherlands is

nothing more than a swampy marsh, anyway...

You want me to divide the Netherlands?

Give half of my country

to the Catholics?

What do you care?

Listen.

We only become Protestants,

because Henry couldn't keep

his prick in the codpiece.

It is not a matter of faith

or color of the flag,

or the puppet in Parliament.

It is about us, Wilhelm.

We are the country.

Our blood flows in its soil and gives life

to every blade of grass that grows.

So what do you say?

Isn't it you've always dreamed of?

You do not want to be king?

A province of England?

Don't spoil it.

I'm only doing this for you, anyway.

Ah!

My Lord.

Come and join me.

Affairs of state, my little Salsisu.

I'll be with you very soon.

Majesty.

What's the matter?

Don't you like girls?

You have locked us before the French?

No, I wanted to discuss with you first.

You surely don't expect me to

betray my country, do you?

I expect you to do your duty to the family.

Is that the only thing you could think of?

My family?

Don't be insolent!

Our fleet has just blown

your fleet to smithereens.

Oh yes! I've heard about

this extraordinary fleet.

Am I supposed to believe that ...

The Dutch republic is a fact...

learn to live with it.

I think you can go now.

Are you all right?

Leave me, I want to be alone.

The battle of Two days,

Faster, guys.

Come about.

Keep it tight.

What are they doing?

Gijs.

They try to cut us off.

Take the signals to the front now.

Tack over port.

Ready to come about.

Full about now.

Hoist the spinnaker.

Be prepared to change board.

Get to work on the lower decks.

Keep it up...

Follow those two ships there.

We'll break the line, Tromp.

Sod off with your line,

those ships are mine.

Four points to starboard.

Michiel ordered it.

Who is the highest ranking officer?

Come about.

Four points to starboard.

Come about.

Look Admiral!

The Dutch left a hole in the defense.

They have no discipline, do they?

Bring us into position.

All to specter!

Where is Tromp?

He has broken line.

Cannons ready?

Into positions, now!

Fire.

Fire!

Damn it.

God damn it.

Fire!

Michiel, they're surrounding us.

Where is Tromp?

Fire!

Keep pulling.

I'm sorry, Admiral.

Lie still, don't move.

Admiral?

It doesn't hurt at all.

You're the rock on which I build,

the future awaiting me, my highest good.

Seventeen killed on the gunners' deck.

All of them brought up.

You're the rock on which I build,

the future awaiting me, my highest good.

Hang in there.

I've lost twenty ships.

Who was in command?

I gave you an order.

So court-martial me.

Get back into that longboat.

Don't set foot on my ship or on any

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